Page 53 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

Fuck, she was gorgeous. I wasn’t supposed to be attracted to her, but I couldn’t help myself.

She turned and her gaze met mine. A lazy, pleased grin spread over her face and she pointed at me. “Holden,” she called, walking down the bar toward me.

She kneeled on the bar in front of me and smiled before she began to dance like a stripper.

Holy shit.

All the blood in my brain rushed to my cock, and I stared as she writhed on the bar top, tits in my face.

I should make her stop. In the morning, she would be mortified. A responsible guy would stop staring and take her home this second.

I was a responsible guy.

She winked at me and my balls ached with need.

“Fuck,” I muttered, head swimming.

She shot me that sexy, smug grin, like she knew what she was doing to me. “Holden, you need to have more fun.” She swung her legs around so she was sitting on the bar top, and her legs hung down on either side of mine.

My heart slammed against the front wall of my chest. I should have taken her home, but I couldn’t move. I was frozen, watching the sexiest woman I’d ever met dance for me.

Jesus Christ. I was going to jerk off to this for years.

“Olivia,” Sadie called, gesturing her over. “Bring the tequila.”

“No more,” I told Sadie, hands coming to her thighs. Her chest was at my eye-level. It would be so easy to lean forward and run my mouth along her soft skin.

“It’s not for me.” She grinned. “It’s for you.”

“I’m driving.”

Olivia arrived with the tequila and Sadie lay back on the bar.

“Belly button shots!” Sadie called, giggling, and pulled the hem of her shirt up.

I sucked a breath in at the sight of her smooth skin. My hands tightened on Sadie’s thighs.

Olivia snorted. “You heard her, Holden.”

I raked one hand through my hair, uncertain. Just because Drunk Sadie wanted this didn’t mean Sober Sadie did.

I didn’t know about this.

The door of the bar open and Aiden walked in.

Sadie’s head lifted and she shot him an exuberant smile. “Aiden!”

Possessive feelings yanked tight through my chest and shoulders.

Aiden beamed at her. “Hey.” He pointed at her. “Are we doing belly button shots?”

Oh, fuck no. I stood, hands still on Sadie’s thighs.

I glanced down at her. The way she was lying on the bar, legs parted in front of me, and her center lining up perfectly with my cock?

Dirty, depraved images flashed through my head.

An empty bar, Sadie naked, and me fucking her hard on this bar top, making her mine.

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